Quiet Money chords by Az
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Gm
This is quiet money fo life,
D
understand huh
Gm
This is quiet money fo life, TBS huh
D
Get it right, huh
Verse 2
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Gm
D
This another one street stressing
Gm
D
Keep pressing, he's guessing
Please I'm in the cut wit a
bottle she's blessing
Gm
Where I been that's the key question?
Verse 3
Gm
Niggas yelling keep repping
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I must to left some kind of deep impression,
Gm
peep the essence
I speak in lesson if you
seeking reference
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Never leave ya weapon
Verse 4
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See me if you need connections
Gm
we insessing
Built aggression only brief accession
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I mean my niggas filled wit flexions
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So believe he's resting,
Gm
leave the message
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Fuck wit me niggas would
Verse 5
be you breathless,
leave you naked
I keep it gully like the Visa
G
Question we perfect this
Gm
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That's probation got us extra hating
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No explanation for the murders just
Gm
rap- a- lations recreations
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Gm
This rap shit got us
Verse 6
celebrating
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Like we saving, we in hell with satan
Jails are waiting smell probation,
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Gm
serve time got us telemaking
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Le gendary now niggas can't
Gm
tell me nating
(Nothing)
Verse 7
Gm
D
Yo, at fourteen my hot ass
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was chasing bitches
At fifteen my brother told
me get them digits
Gm
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Told me every penny count nigga
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Gm
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hit them trinches
Don't floss to hard don't
Gm
burn no riches
Verse 8
Gm
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Don't trust no bitch if ya doe is heavy
And don't smoke with her if
the blunt rolled already
Gm
G
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No ass betting if you show
it you betta blast it
Verse 9
Math class on the corner yeah I past it
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Die right now take twenty
Gm
D
from you bastards
Fuck it throw a fifth of Henny
in my casket
Gm
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Never got my ass kicked,
D
never had a pitbull
I just went to high school
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Gm
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with the clip full
Gm
First nigga
Verse 10
G
Gm
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act get a clip full
Mama raised me but the streets made me
Gm
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Gm
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Rum got me hazy chasing this cream
Fuck a dollar in a dream hundred
Gm
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grams and a thro team
Gm
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An d I'm gone make the
Verse 11
Gm
block work
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So's reing me up got the hood
on clockwork
Gm
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Bedstuy nigga you know it's on
Gotta flow so strong,
Gm
you could put it in a bomb
Verse 12
Gm
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When I die, I'm gone go in fashion,
guns blasting
Cash inside coffins,
Gm
D
memories get lost when you die
G
The legacy is eye for an eye
Gm
D
Gm
But overall I will survive nigga
Verse 13
Gm
D
Gm
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Gm
When I die, I'm gone go in fashion,
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guns blasting
Cash inside coffins,
Gm
memories get lost when you die
D
The legacy is eye for an eye
Gm
But overall I will survive nigga
Verse 14
Gm
D
Jump out the drop top
Gm
Catch you why you copping
at that weed spot
D
Speak not you know them
bitches be your weak spot
Gm
I'm in the trinches that's where
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y'all niggas scared to come at
Verse 15
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Where all the guns at
Gm
Where my shorties flip them ones at
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That's where my son's at
You speak of war but you don't want that
Verse 16
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I blew the timbs out and blow
the GS wit the rims out
Gm
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I air your bens out baby
moms and her friend's out
I knock a lens out,
I bring the boys and the mens out
Gm
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I leave you lace up,
Gm
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you paralyzed from the waste up
Verse 17
I'll fuck your face up,
when I finish tossing cakes up
I'm eating the kris up,
I iced the finger, neck and wrist up
If it's a mix up,
Gm
look at all the ones that I fix up
I mean, I fucked up,
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fuck around you getting stuck up
Verse 18
Press ya luck up,
back this motherfucking truck up
Gm
I'm 'bout to black out,
D
it's up to me to close this track out
I pull the mack out,
Gm
I blow your chest and your back out
D
Gm
And knock the glock out, air
D
this whole fucking block out
Verse 19
D
I knock a cop out,
fuck a high school drop out
Gm
Attempt murders,
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two to sixty on a cop out
I'm fucking with my nigga's
Gm
up north on a lockout
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The M A S A,
you run your mouth we smack the taste out
We blow your face out,
Verse 20
pay the judge to throw the case out
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Check the game and the
Gm
cats that play in it
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Quiet money youngest lieutenant
Gm
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Yeah world it's been a minute, I'm in it
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Gm
To my heart stop or blood
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touch the concrete
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Verse 21
Beyond deep,
these streets got me gripping my heat
Losing sleep,
Gm
breaking day sling crack to fiends
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W.D. forty to sixty having
Gm
backwards dreams
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The cash the cream from the
Gm
cradle to the casket green
Verse 22
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Got the game tied up we the nasties team
Gm
G
We flash we steam if it's on
Gm
then we mash your beam
Yellow tape the sidewalk
and leave a nasty scene
Gm
D
Your back is spling ya brain,
Gm
face and chest get sprayed
Verse 23
The desert the miss the spot
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when it bust your way
We touch we lay in the streets
Gm
it's a must we play
We cook, we chop bust pots
down and clust the way
Gm
From light to day it's only right
Gm
that we cock and spray
Verse 24
We speeding on could spot a
snake from a block away
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Gm
I told you a what the game need is
a change of speed
Visualize the realism
I'm a dangerous speed
Verse 25
When I die, I'm gone go in fashion,
guns blasting
Cash inside coffins,
D
memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye
Gm
But overall I will survive nigga
Verse 26
When I die, I'm gone go in fashion,
guns blasting
Cash inside coffins,
D
memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga
Quiet Money
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